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Garrus Vakarian rid himself of the wretched helmet, throwing it across the room as he plopped down on the couch with an infuriated air about him.
All of them, every last one of them. Killed. Betrayed by that damn, good-for-nothing Sidonis. Hell, he trusted him. He'd put his life in the man's hands.
Yet, he'd found a way to secure his dissolution from Garrus' vengeful grasp. After selling his entire team out to the mercenaries, Sidonis has neither the audacity nor the respect to finish Garrus off. He'd abandoned him within his own hell. Such a hell that was all too familiar to the weary turian.
Garrus decided to make a personal vow to himself. He'd have Sidonis' skull if it was the last thing he did. Even if he met his demise wreaking vengeance and fury upon the traitor, there would be no hesitation. No mercy. Only death would Garrus leave in his wake.
Aiming a blind barrage of anger into the darkness, Garrus unleashed round after round from his Vindicator rifle, wishing to no avail that it was Sidonis who was on the brunt end of the gunfire.
Finally, the rifle squealed and ceased its fire, indicating that the thermal clip had overheated.
Garrus roared with bitter fury, tossing the worthless weapon into the throng of nothingness before him, oblivious to where it might fall.
The turian buried his face in his hands as the back end of his armor collided with the wall. He sunk to the ground, unable to control his hysterical lament for his fallen comrades. His failure as a leader. Shepard.
Even from within his clouded mind, Garrus realized that today, about two years ago, Shepard had been killed, the Normandy going down in flames with him inside.
Realizations hit him like a punch in the gut. He pondered what Tali was feeling at this moment. He wondered how Ashley, Kaidan, Liara, and Wrex are handling this moment. He sighed, tears still running over the scars he'd collected over the last two years.
The Council destroyed any evidence of the Reaper threat, reducing it to a mere rumor to be, once again, ignored by the masses. Anyone that came forth with the same accusations as Shepard to prove Reaper existence was silenced without reasonable consideration.
...The galaxy was going to burn without Shepard. Spirits know Garrus is already in the furnace. It's only a matter of time until he falls in a pile of ashes.
Hoping to shake off his sentiments, he climbed to his feet. If the mercs wanted him so bad, he'd give himself to them. But they were going to have to fight to win a strike at Garrus' neck. They will sacrifice everything to sever Archangel's head from his body.
The streets of Omega will be stained red with blood.
